The Still Silent Space Between: Honoring Your Need for Rest in the Midst of the Chaos

One of my most treasured memories from one of our Sufi gatherings was the blessing of a practice from one of our senior teachers. She would gather us all in the forest and ask us to lie on the ground. We would all find a place and get comfortable. Then she would guide us through her practice, which she called STOP. I am pretty sure that was an acronym, but I’m unable to recall what it stood for, and it doesn’t matter. The point was to STOP!

I know firsthand how important and refreshing it has become to allow myself, and in fact to make it a priority, to stop, breathe, rest, and in the stillness, listen for that small quiet voice coming from my heart with guidance, encouragement, peace, and compassion.

In a post I read today from Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditations, there was a short excerpt from Tricia Hersey, the founder of The Nap Ministry, who critiques the “grind culture” engendered by capitalism and reminds us of our divine right to rest in body and mind. I deeply resonated with her words and share them here with all of you dear ones. I encourage you to find times and ways to STOP.


We are grind culture. Grind culture is our everyday behaviors, expectations, and engagements with each other and the world around us. We have been socialized, manipulated, and indoctrinated by everything in culture to believe the lies of grind culture. In order for a capitalist system to thrive, our false beliefs in productivity and labor must remain. We have internalized its teachings and become zombie-like in Spirit and exhausted in body. So we push ourselves and each other under the guise of being hyperproductive and efficient. From a very young age we begin the slow process of disconnecting from our bodies’ need to rest and are praised when we work ourselves to exhaustion….

Our bodies and Spirits do not belong to capitalism, no matter how it is theorized and presented. Our divinity secures this, and it is our right to claim this boldly. I’m not grinding ever. I trust the Creator and my Ancestors to always make space for my gifts and talents without needing to work myself into exhaustion…. [1]

Rest is as natural as breathing and waking up. Rest is part of our nature. Resting is about getting people back to their truest selves. To what they were before capitalism robbed you of your ability to just be. Rest is anything that slows you down enough to allow your body and mind to connect in the deepest way. We must be focus on knowing that our bodies and our worth are not connected to how many things we can check off a list. You can begin to create a “Not-To-Do-List” as you gain the energy to maintain healthy boundaries. Our opportunity to rest and reimagine rest is endless. There is always time to rest when we reimagine. [2]

[1] Tricia Hersey, Rest Is Resistance: A Manifesto (Little, Brown Spark, 2022), 23, 28–29.

[2] Hersey, Rest Is Resistance, 82–83.


May you, dear friends, find that still, small space between, amidst the swirling, grinding chaos, and be held in the arms of the Divine to rest, recuperate, reground, and be renewed for the next work that needs to be done.

Alhamdulillah.

Staying Present in the Storm

In the chaos and confusion of the world we inhabit together, it is a very normal response to feel ungrounded and overwhelmed.

How do we hold our center and stay present in the midst of the roiling political, economic, and cultural storms?

For me, the earth and its beauty and serenity offer deep resources I know I can always turn to. Like the man in the picture above, connecting heart to heart with a tree immediately calms me and reminds me of the larger perspective in which this storm is a tiny piece.

Father Richard Rohr’s blog post this week offers an insightful message and a suggested practice that I would like to share with you.


Practicing the Presence at a Stoplight

Father Richard describes a moment of spiritual awakening that led to a regular practice of presence in his daily life:  

The Center for Action and Contemplation is located in the South Valley of Albuquerque on a street called Five Points Road. For many years I made it my job to take care of the mail. People around the center and at the post office used to tease me by calling me the mailman. I would pick up and deliver the mail for my own little hermitage, the local Franciscans, and the Center. I just felt so useful, bringing mail back and forth. It was an obsession, really, and every day I would sit at the five-way light at the end of our road. To my Type A personality, it always seemed like an interminably long light, but one day, it seemed even longer than usual, and I clearly heard God saying to me, “Richard, are you really going to be any happier on the other side of Bridge Avenue?”   

I had to wonder, “If you’re not happy on this side of Bridge Avenue, you’re not going to be happy on that side of Bridge Avenue. So why not just be happy now?” It’s that simple and that hard. It became a place for my little daily meditation. Every time I stopped at that red light, I thought, “Okay, here I get to practice it again. Everything is right here, right now.  If I can’t experience God and love and myself and everything that matters on this side of Bridge Avenue, I probably won’t experience it over there.” I hope you can find your own examples. 

That’s what we mean by the practice of the present moment. I cannot think of any spiritual practice which will transform our lives into love and into God more than simply trying to live in the naked now, in the sacrament of the present moment. There’s nothing to “figure out” about this practice, so don’t even try. Figuring it out isn’t really helpful.  When we are an alert presence, placing one foot in front of the other, there is no separation anymore between the secular and the sacred, between ourselves and God.


May we all find our way to those opportunities for remembrance, presence, and letting go.